Almost everyone admits to hunger during the Opera.... Hunger is so exalting that during a last act you practically levitate.

without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.

The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

life is a succession of readjustments.

...the power-loving temperament is more dangerous when it either prefers or is forced to operate in what is materially a void. Wehave everything to dread from the dispossessed.

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.